M5#1 Lyrics - Fall

You'll never see me trying to raise Cain 

You'll never see me wear a suit of green 

There's a slip-road up right ahead 

Leading to the agragarian 

But I'm city born and bred 

Too many car-fumes in my head 

Just a well-read punk peasant. 

But you'd think a country man would understand 

The devil makes work for idle hands. 

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And the man who pretends he knows it all 

Is destined to a Mighty Fall. 

Gets into your house with cheer, 

Then proceeds to take all you've got to offer. 

This is not an autobahn 

It's an evil roundabout 

That leads to the Haywain 

And you'll never see good trains again. 

In late 60s, my daddy said to me, 

You'll never see trams and clogs again. 

Now they roam the city. 

Can these people not understand 

The devil makes work for idle hands 

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The devil makes work for idle hands. 

M5 to the country straight ahead 

It's stuffed to the gills with crusty brown bread 

Can they not understand 

There's nothing worse than a bored man? 

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